This is a song about "Creepy paster"

So creepy famous that it's harder to outcast n haters crushed in palms blunted sin in tag hashes

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Creepy carnival, does that ring a bell?

Down in miami, with a super ho team

There's 2 streets creepy but too keen

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

'cause she #lost #breath by how my creepy fart smelled...

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared